There is only I in my world...
the I exists on a huge, windy desert. Guarding its territory.
Surrounded by meticulously laid mine fields. Cruel traps filled with shrapnel.
With a jagged flag stuck in the middle of my camp.
I sit there with my guns and look around with suspicion and hostility.
I will kill every intruder.
I defend... I forgot what...
I am like the Mad Max...
There is only this distant horizon dancing with shadows. Shadows of other people.
I have imprisoned myself.
The Me imprisoned by the Self.
A man imprisoned by a child.
A man afraid to feel.
A man without a parent.
A man with the gun.
A man hunting for himself.
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